I just like it.

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Osama ......what else...!

Well it was yesterday tat I happened up at 3:00 am unable to sleep as is sometimes the way of things, when I sat down at the computer, punched the mouse to bring up the screen. Clicking on Yahoo, I then went to the facepage....... and spread across the front... was Osama Bin Laden Dead. Wow I thought, thats big news, or I might have thought Wow, thats good news. I was unsure until I would investigate this headline a bit. One of the very first things that I learned was that there was no body.........What!!!!, what kind of credability is this? Here we go again... Why would any thinking human being toss away the one thing that could verify their claim, unless there was No body and all the story was a fabrication. Koolaid drinkers blither blindly through life believing most anything they are told, even if it's fishy, as long as theres a reason for it's fishiness. And the true skeptic will believe little unless he or she can see, touch and rub their butt on it. That's a proper Skeptic. There were over the next 36 hours, that is , up untill right now, that a host of important facts came out, by news releases or ....by omission. This story was going to have to be 100% true and easily followed or there was going to be subterfuge after subterfuge. And thats what seemed to be appearing, nearly as fast as the story was unraveling.Simple solution..... tie up the loose ends, but there were too many, it was like the sand castle fighting the tide. Where was the body? if there was a body, lets see it, simple enough, but.... oh no..... we couldn't outrage the Muslum comunity with the gory photos because it was said he was pretty badly shot with the partial side of his skull missing, we couldn't take scenes like that..... Currious that we were such wimps, since when were we too sensative to be exposed to such scenes of death? In the vietnam war they were splashed almost daily on major tv stations, the beheading of our American citizen on tv live via youtube...... countless more scenes of death and destruction, many gruesome, and many who enjoyed gruesome pictures. It would lead one to believe we had lowered ourselves to the lothesome gladiator fights, the feeding of Christians to the lions, Caligula all over again. The insertion into the compound that disturbed no one, even with a helicopter likely getting tangled in wires of some sort and crashing. The aledged finding Osama and unarmed at that, the subsequent killing of all the occupants of the compound... truth or subterfuge? And top spot..... the quick stop to the car wash and dropping him overboard from a ship in the Aden sea. Again..... no pictures. This is the American government. They know what you do need and don't need to know. They know how to control you with the media. And you gladly believe, especially if its a Hottie anouncer or BaBaWaWa. Sad times we live in. all that we can really hope for is Judgment, when all secrets will be revealed and a harsh judgment for those who preyed on the Good. But we must endure it for a while and then With a Shout............All Eyes will See the Lord come in the clouds.

Osama Bin Lauden ...Dead..??

As always we here in the US are being fed a pack of lies and deceit. When will our government start telling the truth to its citizens? I think thats an ere that is long past, and growing with lies every day. If Bin Lauden was killed as alledged, why was there no photo opportunity to take pictures of his corpse and provide them for viewing online. As always, it is something that 'Could' be plausable, but plausable just dont cut it anymore, Anerica has learned not to trust our own government, and with just cause. Hundreds of reasons could be cited, but thats not what this blog is about and that strays from the subject matter here. Wheres the Body.... yes answer the question.... where's the body?Well the answer is 'convieniently' they don't have it, they burried it at sea...... because no one would have wanted it...are you kidding? dozens of countries would have sent a ambulance immediatly to come retrieve it. Just think of the millions of $$$ it could have generated just from viewers of it pickeled in formaldahide... THE whole thing stinks, Obama lies like he changes his clothes, it could have been a crowning moment for all the victims and family and AMERICA, but once again, I fear were being lied to.

To know your nobody

Enlightenment..... what is it and how does it work. First I have to wonder who's behind it and whats in it for them to be the author. Theres the Hindus and the Budists, some New Agers, and theres one thread to all of them.... the 'self'. Without participation of the self, it becomes like a noise in the forest... who hears it. Dissassociation of self is useless as it provides what? the perfect 'self'.... for who? a static universe. And then who are the spectators or beneficiaries of this perfect conciousness? As long as theres two oposite sexes out there, there will never be this state of perfect enlightenment.... not while hormones rule the day. Perfect can not exist in the world of entropy and chaos. The best one can hope for is to ride the wave and be minimally harmed.

Aliens oh great.......

It was far different than they thought it would be.We wanted to just communicate with them, that would suffice, kind of like the one night stand, when finished they would go, all simple and convenient. Talking, or rather broadcasting messages out into space and Voyager with its inscriptions and messages carved for anyone to see, on a voyage to nowhere. This was the start of it all. As long as we had been broadcasting radio waves, or disturbing any electromagnetic force or messing with photonic discoveries, laser, x ray, microwave, then we could, should, hope for a return message. And all the energy sources we had discovered and made available in our quest to locate life out there were being put to the test. But where exactly was "out there", which direction were we looking, or were we even sure?. We didn't know which way to point or where to look. After all light only traveled at .....well, the speed of light, and it was a narrow sort of tool, in that it didn't include much area. Radio.... well it could be said that it traveled in every direction, and was likely covering a larger expanse's of space, empty space, or was it..? Was it empty? Now we know it wasn't, and now our innocence is gone. We now know....... and with that knowing, we have found out much more than we ever imagined we would. And more urgent than we could have ever thought. They were here, they had arrived. Aliens from another planet, from another galaxy, in a solar system much like ours but much much older. Their world was in collapse, with only years or months until it would be destroyed by it's own sun, about to go supernova. They had traveled across two galaxies to follow the source of the transmissions in our Milky Way, and yet further to our corner of it. Guided by re-runs of The Honneymooners, and ironically enough, the Jetsuns, a twentieth century TV cartoon. TV and Radio waves had traveled at the speed of light and had found them just at their darkest hour. The outside estimate was a decade at most, and likely the next planetary alignment, which was only forty six of our weeks away. They were not like us, other than being bi-peds with opposing thumbs. Oh they were for the most part humanesque. Their skin was of a much different texture, almost velour like. They had bodily features like a human, with a certain beauty in ways much like the birds of paradise, where there was an overactive preponderance of vivid coloring. They were almost tropical fish-like. No they didn't have gills, nor scales, they had colors. Colors in abundance, colors in profusion. Their language....... well it was like bursts of air, like shockwaves, and oddly there was something in common with earths whales and porpoise's. We would later learn that they could indeed comunicate with the Whales, while porpoises were more difficult because they spoke much faster. We had met at the United Nations, and could do nothing but allow these visitors from another galaxy sanctuary. There was no alernative, their fuel was nearly exhausted. By good fortune or providence, they were able to take our atomic waste and safely contain it and re-process it into usable fuel, with the remains no more toxic than comon baby powder. It was clear that they would be here for the duration, yet with the Earths population already in the Billions, it would be crowded. Their numbers were a little over 600,000,000 so that was going to really tax the available landmasses. It was decided that the continent of Africa would be of the most suitable for them and as the interior of Africa was largely vacant because of the plague of auto-immune disease in the early two thousands. It was two thousand and eighteen when the plague subsided, but then the whole of Africa was populated by less than a hundred thousand people. This was chosen as their new home, and would become generational. They had brought techniques of growing and terra-forming that had not been discovered or even imagined, in fact it had become a veritable paradise. It had also stabilized and stopped the degredation of ozone in our atmosphere. In reality we were saving each other. We could not intermingle genetically or sexually, and there would be no offspring or hybrids. In fact sex between either species was still taboo, and a much adheared to taboo. The best you could hope for was a union of the minds, and yes this was a most stimulating compromise, and one to cement our combined friendships and intimicies. In fact it was intensely intimate. It was not for the faint of heart, nor something vulgar or done with any frequency.
Their sciences were in some ways superior to ours yet there were parts of our sciences still unknown to them. Torr was the name of their planet. Amazingly it was said in a sort of blast of air and sound, and would come to be known well among ourselves and of all earths inhabitants. The disturbing thing to come of all of this was the ability to communicate with most of the animal life of this planet, there were no secrets now.
From the depths of space they had found us, they had followed our signals. Signals that should have only traveled at the speed of light, had been altered by force later to be known as 'sliding by 4'. Sliding by 4 was a process something like sling-shoting from planet to planet except on a solar system scale, and at that multiplication level, speed multiplied or 'squared'. Speed, cascading and increasing into faster and faster velocity. In this way, a broadcast message would be accellerated nearly to the speed of thought, or I suppose you could say into their future. The inhabitants of Torr would early-on learn the use of this concept to power spaceship engines. There would be no matter, anti-matter engines. Time travel, as much as either race desired it, it would remain unobtainable to either. And the destiny of humankind and their visitors would forever be altered.
A great many things would be shared and advances made on both sides. One thing that would find little difference in makeup was our common perception of a supreme being, a God. They had a God that outwardly seemed to be Our God, our God of the Bible, who spoke to Moses and Adam, and up until recently had been ours alone. Had we both been designed by the same Author? had His precepts been instilled in our make-up, were we brothers and sisters? Were we destined to combine into one family, made in the 'Image of God'? I would like to think that their beauty and our form would combine to form the image of God. And.... were there more?........ were there more galaxies that were home, and in what numbers, and where was 'Heaven', or the abode of God? With them, they had brought advances in medicine. Advances that would increase lifespans, extending life into centuries, youth that would last half a century or more. The combined efforts now with the capability of interstellar and intergalactic travel. Had we evolved partly as God had intended?

Oweing to every boyhood dream of seeing the 'Real' thing or touching. This was probably The Most Beautiful woman of the time. Increadible looks, smart, charming.... everything you could want was right here neatly packaged. Look at the freshness and most wholesome. What was it like in those days? With Her ? Can you imagine .....yup..

And he told me

He told me that he was from another time... I set there, reasoning... what was this guy saying? I dropped my coins into the vending machine and just stared for some time, no one was waiting to get to the machine, I was torn between a cinnimon roll and corn chips, I got the tropical Skittles instead. He was still setting there, but it seemed that he knew I was going to be here and he was waiting. I never saw him before, his name was Greg.... I thought to myself, eyes half closed, slowly shaking my head .no...,, no, I hadn't seen him anywhere before...ever. He'd said that when I stopped seeing him, my dimension was in its optimum harmony, and that each event that ran askew would shorten the time he was visable. As though if I was guided by him, I could keep an opening, but that once he was gone, it would become too random for his uh... Square of space as it were to stay within the boundaries if my reality. Somehow he was in control of my reality, he was steering events, our time increasing in which to learn what it was that he needed to say. There was a reason why he steered time into my dimension, but I wasn't sure what had to do with me, but I gathered rather, that it happened to be a time shared with this particular girl that was in my harmony of time. I was beginning to (get it). Still it was nothing you could bank on, or figure tomorrow on. According to Greg, all our time dimensions run paralell and often times intermingle but for the most part are seperate, also that if you became aware, of actually 'attuned' to watch for the different signs, you could interact in time to steer events to happen by your input. I was also grasping that, but at this point I felt that I'd never master that one. But still, somehow, aside from myself somehow, another part of me instinctivly knew how, and was silently coaching my sub-conshious for the ability.